The Blank CanvasA Poem by Crow21
Solace in the presence of two
Never seeing the feelings becoming askew The words that never seem to cut through Laid dormant hoping not to ensue Within each the wrath lurking to pursue A rupture that neither could undo © 2013 Crow21 |
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